Bedlam Of Denominations

He came to me as a ghost
From my mind with vague words
Like "trees and crosses" "flesh will grow"
I didn't know what this meant to me

He then vanished like a flame in the wind
I searched for answers from my mind

I traveled from this world to four others
And found nothing but muted cities
These cities were timeless, quiet and resembled
The ghost who came to me

A burden crept upon my shoulders
Because this ghost put a blanket of silence
On these cities in order to speak to me

I broke the veil

Everyone remembered time
Everyone began to preach those vague words
Sections of these people hung themselves
On trees and crosses

As more and more of them spoke
The deaths would outgrow the surface of the land